On the cross as he hung and in shame was for saken,
As they drove the nails in his hands and his
Feet, as death closed his eyes, his
Cries went to heaven, oh! Father for give them I hear him one
Morning past day break, as the crowd slowly
Gathered, like a sheep he was humble, to his father's own

Will, so sad was his face that, the birds stopped their
Singing, they were walking my lord up
Calvary's hill. In a tomb he was laid but
Death could not hurt him, he was god's only
Son in this world be low, on the
Cross he fulfilled the plan of sal-
Vation, iwant to thank Jesus for he's coming again